By Deeksha Agrawal
The words of a sorceress are like seashells
that weave poetry in dreams Annihilate her,
Rebuild her she's a whisker
that dances in the wind on the tip of dunes listening intently
to footsteps of travellers
All emotions become one under the scorching heat drops of dew
that quench falcon's thirst used to be diamonds that fell from a rich man's purse
Unreachable oceans
of unfathomable depths are home to the conches that echo in desert air like tresses
they entangle sweet lullaby with motherly care
The color of moonrise drips blossom on cheeks
when a hummingbird celebrates gracefully,
artfully
arrival of that traveler who brought her smiles from a far-far land where he bartered a star to buy her light
By Deeksha Agrawal
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